Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 217 The Cullinan Fragment

In the warp, Vashtor, who was engrossed in his work, suddenly sneezed, making him think that he was being targeted by some evil spirit.

After searching inside and out and confirming that no unwary beings had appeared, Vashtor decided to relax a little.

Looking down at the long line of demon slaves below, working tirelessly for Mardum under the physical lash of the Burning Legion, Vashtor couldn't help but nod in approval:

"Indeed, Mordred is my best partner. Although he is a bit lazy, at least he keeps his promises, unlike some cursed one who talks nonsense."

As a living fossil of demons, Vashtor knows about the deal between the Emperor and the Four Gods. Because he was tricked, the Emperor has the derogatory title of the Cursed.

"I laugh at that dog-headed fool, that bird-man lacking in wisdom, that fat guy being an idiot, and that snake demon being nothing more than a roadside creature, who actually let someone trick them out of their underwear. They're all useless."

"If they hadn't beaten me to it, that position would have been mine. Just watch, I'll prove myself and show everyone that I, Vashtor, am no less capable than any of you."

"Commander, something terrible has happened! Those Oglins have clogged the toilet again! Come and help!"

"..."

"I'll be right there."

Even though he was working for himself, and even if it was just unclogging toilets, Vashtor was full of energy. Even though he had long complained about these stupid Oglins, these idiots were the only unit in the Legion that could enter the physical world after being infused with fel energy.

Moreover, Mordred trusts him so much, giving him full command of the entire legion, and even recruiting a powerful demon named Shaflin. How could Vashtor possibly admit defeat?

However, what Vashtor didn't know was that his lieutenant, Shaflin, was none other than Skabrand, whom he despised, and that Skabrand had already established a Black Knight division within the Burning Legion, whose codename was Diamond.

"Commander-in-Chief, the Paperclip Plan has been initially completed. The core members of the legion are all our people. Shall we proceed to the next step?"

"Hold your positions and continue developing."

"Received. I have lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

Shaflin, who had shut down BB Boy, continued his undercover mission, determined to reclaim everything he had lost sooner or later.

"Blood God, you betrayed me first. Now I am the chief demon of Atlas. You will regret this one day."

Meanwhile, 3 years ago on the Mediterranean coast, Makara, who was telling fortunes with a crystal ball, also earned her first pot of gold.

Of course, to prevent this unlucky guy from losing everything, Mordred immediately snatched the money back.

Now that they've mastered the art of swindling and deception, they're basically guaranteed not to starve. Using Horus's physical data and the peanut butter portion, Mordred calculated how long they could stay.

Excluding the three wasted days, the two estimated they could stay for another thirty days.

The two men discussed it and realized that simply cheating and swindling wouldn't work. They needed to teach this unfortunate guy some skills, because they discovered that Makara could hardly keep anything that came without effort.

Compared to the cursed title of "Yellow Weasel," Makara is the true cursed one, which is perhaps why Old Man Huang separated her.

And so, the three of them spent their days eating and drinking, saving money through swindling and cheating, and their nights studying by lamplight, imparting all sorts of knowledge to Makara.

Bishop Horus studied literature, Bishop Mordred studied science, and Makara lived up to expectations, obtaining a primary school diploma in just a few days and beginning her junior high school studies. Perhaps because she was afraid of being poor, Makara had a great fondness for shiny things, and after witnessing Mordred's ability to rub crystals by hand, she kept begging him to teach her.

Although Mordred has a rudimentary understanding of psionic power, she is skilled in life alchemy, so a mere shard of glass is no match for her.

This kind of knowledge, which originated from human exploration and was eventually supplemented by the emperor's trade with the four peddlers, can be said to have gathered the strengths of many schools of thought.

Seeing how eager the unfortunate boy was to learn, Mordred naturally wouldn't refuse. Since paper was quite precious in this era, he also began to teach Makara how to make paper.

Mordred and Horus had initially agreed not to interfere with history, but when it came to his own life, his unbridled nature resurfaced.

"Watch closely, I'm about to teach you how to transform small rodents like rats into bio-beasts the size of wild dogs using the most basic materials in a primitive era."

And they could even transform this bio-beast into a celestial being with a human form, or even, if you wanted, create a succubus!

"Really? Then I can have them do the bricklaying for me, and then I can just lie at home and have money flowing in."

Ultimately, it's because he hasn't changed his mindset. With Makara's pathetic attitude, Mordred was speechless. "With my amazing skills, you're just using them to do manual labor. Shouldn't you be conquering the world?"
But Makara said what's the point of conquering the world? With her luck, she might be wiped out by a meteorite as soon as she builds her army.

Upon hearing this, Mordred found it quite reasonable, but he still had to learn what he needed to learn. He wouldn't learn anything too advanced; learning a skill to make a living would suffice. It wasn't necessary to rely on psionic energy, after all, their time was running out.

As her learning progressed faster, Makala demonstrated what it means to be someone else's child, quickly learning how to heat glass and making the glass marbles she had been longing for.

When the batch of shiny little trinkets cooled, Makara cheered excitedly like a child, which pleased the two brothers greatly.
"Second brother, why do I feel like we're raising a child?"

"Get lost! Who wants to raise a child with you? If you can't speak properly, then shut up. We're leaving after today, so spend as much time as you can with her."

To celebrate Makara's great success, Mordred cooked for her personally. Now that she had money, she no longer had to catch fish herself like before. Horus even bought a bottle of wine.

This low-alcohol beverage is more like a sweet drink than an alcoholic beverage, but in the eyes of Makala, who couldn't even afford a meal before, it was the most delicious drink.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Makara mysteriously took out two small boxes and gestured for the two of them to open them and take a look.

When the box was opened, two emerald green glass earrings came into view, clearly handcrafted by Makara behind their backs.

To be honest, Mordred thought the thing was a bit ugly, but he couldn't resist Macala's repeated pleas and finally put it on his ear.

As for Horus, needless to say, he was brought up without any prompting.

"How was it? My cooking was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"These earrings are really nice, they've got my head spinning! By the way, what's your favorite color again?"

"Black is definitely the best, but I also like gold."

Perhaps because he had drunk some alcohol, Makala quickly became sleepy and drifted off to sleep, still snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking in his sleep.

Makala wasn't stupid; she had already guessed what was going on, but she didn't deliberately try to stop her. However, what the sleeping person didn't know was:
The two magical dogs had quietly left, leaving only a jet-black dress and a gold necklace by the bedside.

(End of this chapter)